Thinslayer

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

@Thinslayer

What is happening currently?

@NecroKnight

The Warlock gave a motivational speech before giving the order to march. Now the captains are scrambling to form warbands.

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

At the command to march, captains everywhere turned to gather soldiers under their banners. Of course, they all wanted the strong, obedient ones. But Gorman wanted the rejects. There was greater glory in weakness, he believed, and the weaker they were when they started, the more glorious would be their end. The first one was the hobgoblin. Nobody paid attention to the spindly goblins, even the smarter kind.

@Verdaux
"You. You're with me."

@Darkwatck01
Not far off, a kobold came out of a tent dripping blood from its mouth. Gorman swallowed his disgust and looked it over. The kobold was female, and a reject, given that everyone else gave her wide berth.
"You're on my team now. Come."

@Lord Zee
He nearly bumped into a goblin weaving through the crowd. Gorman almost passed him by were it not for his unique mage raiment. He reached out and took the goblin by the shoulder.
"My warband. Come."

@rush99999
One particularly tall orc caught his eye. Someone needs to be my muscle, I suppose. And who else would want a tall guy on their team? He looks imposing enough to threaten a leader.
"Join my warband. This way."

@Claw2k11
It was then that Erjak spotted an old, burly orc leading four other troops behind him. The orc was huge, ripped as an orc can get, and bore the scars of many battles. It had to be Gorman.

@NecroKnight
@Delta44

Condemned

@BellBottomBlues
I'm so sorry for the long wait. Fire Emblem: Echoes has been insanely addicting. Plus, there's so much great material to reply to. :P

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

Sorry guys, I left us with a rocky start. I'll have Gorman rope everyone in.

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

Scouts are way ahead of the pack though, right?

@Darkmoon Angel

I like your thinking. Have at it!

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

@Darkwatck01

@Thinslayer
So how do we start off?

@Darkmoon Angel

Our characters are all in the same warband, captained by Gorman.

@Thinslayer

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

To be straight, we good to go now and if so whats the order.

@Darkwatck01

We're good to go now, yes. No particular order.

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

@rush99999
@Verdaux
@NecroKnight
@Claw2k11
@Delta44
@Darkmoon Angel
@Darkwatck01
@Lord Zee
First post is up. Our characters are all in the same warband, captained by Gorman. Let me know what you think.

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

Northaven Tower, Central Fellmore

A trail of blood trickled from the closed metal fist, and the solemn echo of obsidian boots reverberated through the halls. The Warlock placed his hand on the double doors and paused. Today was the day. Everything, the whole world, was about to change, and his words would spark it. Millions would die. Yet, he could find no remorse in his heart. How many had already fallen? How many more would fall if he did not speak? No, there could be no more room for doubt. It was time. He pushed open the doors and strode onto the balcony.

A stiff breeze whipped through his snowy hair. He turned his gaze down, where he beheld his creation. A hundred thousand warriors stood below, orcs, kobolds, and goblins, waiting on his word to bring death upon their enemies. A deep hush fell over the army when they saw him. He gripped his staff - it was now or never.

"We were great once."

His clear voice rang over the wind.

"Once upon a time, we were warriors, proud of our heritage, and glorious to our households. Our men and women brought great bounties of food to our tables, and our servants wrought wondrous works for their families. Our children played in the streets, bold and fearless as they grew into upstanding citizens of the nation."

"Look at us now. Men who call themselves 'heroes' slaughter us by the thousands, and with broad smiles they smear the blood of our kin upon every wall. Their 'champions of justice' raise the banner of 'democracy' and 'freedom' with one hand, and with the other they bring down the executioner's blade upon the innocent. But now, brothers and sisters, I have come to end it. No more shall the Chosen Champions shed your blood with poetry on their lips. No longer shall their holy iron sear your minds before the bloody sword. I, Druth Vanarys, will be your Advocate. This day, you shall have your voice. And this day, that voice shall say...ENOUGH!"

The earth shook with violent shouts of approval. The soldiers stamped their feet and rattled their weapons, invigorated and ready to fight. Seizing upon the moment, the Warlock poured out the blood in his hand upon the earth and bellowed:

"MARCH FORTH!"

With a mighty cry, the army turned and marched for Aetherion.

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)

Orc Captain

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* Name: Gorman
* Species: Orc
* Age: 50
* Gender: Male
* Specialization: Fighter

* Tragic Backstory: On one fateful night, when the annual thunderstorm soaked the Wasteland, the High Priestess went into labor with her first child. After hours of struggling to push him out, it is said that the midwife reached in to pull him out instead. The child latched onto her hand with such unnatural strength that she had to withdraw him arms-first. Legend has it that the moment he breathed his first breath, a lightning strike startled everyone in the room. But the child was the only one who didn't flinch. Instead, he pumped his fist in the air in defiance.

Regardless of the truth of this story, legends surrounded the young orc from the very first years of his life. He supposedly popped the head of a kobold when he was three, defeated a platoon of goblins when he was ten, and defended his village from an invading orc army all by himself when he was twenty. The truth was a bit less glorious, but he made no attempt to stifle the legends - they were his shield against contenders. Despite having a talent for killing, he sought to live a more peaceful life, taking up architecture since entering adulthood.

For many years, he and his team of builders constructed cities of rammed-earth and cobblestone all across Fellmore. His work was reputed to be of the highest quality, able to withstand both sieges and soaking thunderstorms. His wealthier clients appreciated his attention to detail, and his decorative work brought him to the feet of lords.

But the peace was not to last. An alliance of humans and elves marched through Fellmore killing everything in their path. The reigning King of Fellmore drafted every able-bodied soul to the defense forces, including all of Gorman's employees. Every one of them died in the battle. Gorman was assigned to guard the King, and when the enemy finally routed the Fellmoran forces, Gorman reportedly absorbed nearly a dozen arrows before succumbing to his wounds. But the King perished anyway.

Gorman wanted to die. But to his dismay, he did not. When the Warlock seized control of Fellmore, he heard tales of the orc's exploits and healed him. Now that he owed his life to the Warlock, Gorman had no choice but to live on. And if he was going to live, he decided he might as well take his revenge on the vicious elves that slew all his friends. Seized with this newfound reason for life, he accepted a position as Captain of a warband and trained to regain his fighting skills dulled from disuse.

* Character Development Goals: Gorman views the other races with stereotypical prejudice. To him, elves are merely conniving snakes, humans are extra-wimpy elves, and dwarves are drunken idiots. All of them are gutless murderers in his eyes. He refuses to see them as people. Over time, though, circumstances will force him to face this issue and answer some tough questions about who he is and what he believes in.